Traces of the many graces along The Way, sniffing out our seemingly solitary paths and meeting strangers we have known forever.
I will meet you remotely tomorrow, through the ether as it were, exploring the finding and grinding of pigments. A world that is, ironically, hilariously new to me and yet sounds utterly natural and familiar, like something I will be returning home to.
I mainly travel inwardly these days, the firmament is so much more accessible! Then yesterday, as I was contemplating the crossing of paths that happen in more ways than literally, and often outside of the synchronicity of linear time, I noticed that you live 2 streets away from a wonderful Rolfer called Angie. I used to visit her regularly, to unwind my body that was twisted by decades spent bent over a drawing board working to deadlines with precision pens and brushes and tiny pans of manufactured bright paint. I always tried to arrive early to walk on the cliffs and beaches at the end of Dingle Road and sniff out the scents of the sea and those cliff top herbs.
I particularly loved the crone story
Resonances abound.
Traces of the many graces along The Way, sniffing out our seemingly solitary paths and meeting strangers we have known forever.
I will meet you remotely tomorrow, through the ether as it were, exploring the finding and grinding of pigments. A world that is, ironically, hilariously new to me and yet sounds utterly natural and familiar, like something I will be returning home to.
I mainly travel inwardly these days, the firmament is so much more accessible! Then yesterday, as I was contemplating the crossing of paths that happen in more ways than literally, and often outside of the synchronicity of linear time, I noticed that you live 2 streets away from a wonderful Rolfer called Angie. I used to visit her regularly, to unwind my body that was twisted by decades spent bent over a drawing board working to deadlines with precision pens and brushes and tiny pans of manufactured bright paint. I always tried to arrive early to walk on the cliffs and beaches at the end of Dingle Road and sniff out the scents of the sea and those cliff top herbs.
The Crone........😍
Your words are mystical to me and the crone at the bank delightful
Oh my, shivers of something? Known or unknown as the words wove their way into my head and mind. Thank yiu
Caroline, Wonderful trio of thought provoking content. D
...the old lady was gone.
From eyesight maybe, but not in the way that matters most.
Exactly.
Thank you. ❤️🌿